She is beautiful! Absolutely stunning! Look at those eyes. So big, so trusting. She's tiny God. Fragile. Please help me care for her.

God, we really need you today. My Angel is sick. They say she won't live through the night. They say I should say goodbye. You know, this little big- eyed Angel means the word to me. She has barely come to be... She can't even walk to you yet. Please God, watch over her. Give her back to me.

My Angel is not growing. She's so tiny, so precious. Sickly. She has had a rough life so far but I believe a good one also. She is very much loved and protected. By her Parents, her Brother, her Sister and all who get to know her... love her. They say part of her brain was damaged. To me, she is still perfect.

God, children can be so cruel. They make fun of her. They hurt her. She cries. She is strong willed though. She will survive. She knows ... she has a safe haven here.

God, isn't she beautiful today? So petite, like a little girl with her Graduation gown on. It was hard for her to get here, hard for all of us. A constant struggle. She made it though! With her family looking on, her son... she made it!

She wants to grow up. You can see it in her eyes. You know it in your heart. Independent is a huge word God. Not a word everyone can use it. She has two of her own angels now. They are beautiful. But she has lost her way. She is struggling. She is beyond control.

I cannot help her anymore God. She won't let me. She pushes me away. She can't see... she doesn't understand. I am afraid for her. I don't want to recieve a phone call in the middle of the night.  I have done all I can do God. Once again, I leave her in your hands and hope... you give her back to me.